This book cleared my skin, straightened my spine, and single-handedly restored my love of reading. Vera Kelly is a lesbian, an ex-CIA agent-turned-private investigator, who falls into Dominican politics after being hired to find a missing boy with parents who are wanted by Trujillo's successor. As a deconstruction of classic noir, Knecht's vision and thesis is wildly compelling. What is this thesis, you ask. Well... not only 'what if lesbians were detectives', but 'every detective is by definition a lesbian'.
For example, Sherlock Holmes? A lesbian with a drug habit and no time for the police. Peter Grant? Everyone's favourite lesbian. Miss Marple? Yes, of course. (Miss Marple spends a lot of mystery novels helping out old girlfriends from finishing school, which is very lesbian.) Lord Peter Wimsey: traumatized lesbian. Nancy Drew: lesbian, but annoying. Poirot: lesbian. Philip Marlowe: LESBIAN.
Hear me out! Reclusive, marginal, disgusted by the corruption of a society she's yet unwillingly complicit in... the detective is a mystery to herself, helplessly ensnared by numerous femmes fatale who, in finding hopelessly beautiful, intimidating & dangerous she on some level dehumanizes. The detective is a hurt figure who hurts people. Oh, and she's also over the heterosexual bullshit of clients getting her to spy on their significant others, in order to amass evidence of their adultery (the attainment of which, she points out, is more or less always a Pyrrhic victory).
*continues in this vein for several paragraphs, Detectives Are Lesbians WILL carry the day in this accursed year 2020, goddamnit*
As a queer lover of detective mysteries, this would be reason enough for me to love the book. (Did I also mention that Vera Kelly is and is not a mystery to herself and others - real Johari's window - and also happens to be hopeless at women? Yes! There's also some clueless gay content in here!) That's not all though. Knecht also provides a really thoughtful and considered window into 1960s Brooklyn and the devastating effects of mid-century (then, but if I'm honest also now, and potentially forever) U.S. foreign policy, and the extent to which all Americans, qua moral agents, are complicit in those internecine games.